Adversity is the first path to truth.
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Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
O Fame! if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover The thought that I was not unworthy to love her.
And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.
Society is now one polished horde, Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and the Bored.
He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly?
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.
Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.
Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.
I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well.
He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.